I met Boris. A former fighter of the UFC. A young man from Russia who lived in Vilnius. Boris's smile surprised me for his simplicity. For the the joy he had within himself. He started giving me Muay Thai lessons. I liked Tai Chi but I felt there were mistakes. It was not a combat art. The way to kick, the way to punch, I found them improper, inappropriate in case of a real fight. - It's full of fake martial artists. Be careful - he told me – it’s a cult, you know. Old martial arts schools are very culty. Have you seen Dojo martial arts in Instagram? Dojo is an awesome collection of the fakest martial arts you have ever seen in your life. They know that this shit won’t work but they pretend that will work. And you know why? Because it’s a cult. This is exactly the shit that freaks me out! You know…too many fake martial artists. Too many. He paused. He started watching outside, beyond the big windows of the gym. He saw nothing. It was 3:30pm and was dark. Th
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